Campoccino

Within the ten Domains, it is only the Voids who are powerless. They have been subjected to the mockery of others, being unable to use mana nor cast any spell. For a thousand years that has been their fate, until there were those bold enough to try and change their fate.

This is the story of a world destroyed by war and greed. A story coated by all sorts of sins and secrets. A story where only the strongest survive. A story of a young boy laughed upon by fate.

This is A Story of Evil.

A Story of Evil

Sol was blown away by the explosion. His space wall was barely able to hold on, shattering as soon as he hit the trunk of a tree. With all of his other skills deactivating at that time. A huge gust ow wind followed, bending all nearby trees from the force as the black flames were also wiped out.


Sol must've been seeing things at that moment. Maybe it was from the fatigue. Maybe it was from the exhaustion. But he could've sworn he saw Prince Blaze screaming for help as he was slowly consumed by his own flames.


"I definitely didn't see that." Sol said as another problem came up immediately.


Pain rushed all over his body. Finally feeling the effects of forcibly developing his mana veins and, using it to the brink at that. He was paralyzed at that moment and, his consciousness almost faded. Yet the pain kept him awake, needing to bite his own lips just to stop himself from screaming.


The Monarchs